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KUUMAA × BENJAMIN WE'RE SO BACK!!

Too much new content in one moment so I couldn't not to...

Kris Guštin is a famous fashion model. His life is scheduled minute by minute and he has rules on everything: eating, talking, smiling, literally everything has its instructions and he must follow them to stay on a pedestal.

Jure Maček wouldn't sell his freedom even for a billion dollars. He loves the feeling of speed while riding his old but loyal motorbike, he loves the touch of the wind on his face and loves being wherever and whenever he wants.

Kris was late. The taxi was supposed to come ten minutes ago and now he was nervously tapping his foot on the ground, frowning and writing angry messages to a taxi support service. It was starting to rain and tiny drops of water began to fall on his head ruining his hair prepared for the photoshoot. Kris, irritated and angry, didn't even hear a loud motorcycle growl and didn't see a bike parking very close to him.

— Hey. You all right? — Kris startled in surprise and looked around, noticing a (pretty cute) guy getting off an old black motorcycle. The blonde young man was looking at him directly with a question written on his face and Guštin started to get annoyed a bit.

— How do you think? — he muttered. — It's starting to rain and I'm terribly late because my taxi didn't arrive.

The blonde guy smiled kindly and Kris was surprised. He didn't look like one to smile to but this guy wasn't even mad at him for not being nice or at least polite.

— Wanna have a ride? — Kris' brows raised and his eyes got wider.

— ...what?

— I saw you being nervous and angry and decided that you might use some help. So what do you think? — Kris had never been the risky type. Getting on a bike with a guy he didn't even know? Letting him drive Kris to the studio? It felt dangerous and stupid, but... Damon was waiting for him there, and Kris could take a picture of this blonde one and his bike to send them to the photographer. And also his geolocation. Damon wouldn't let anything happen to Kris. On addition, Guštin was really late — he hated being late.

— Fine, but I'm taking pics of you and your bike. Just in case you wanna drive me to the suburbs and kill me to steal my stuff. Or worse.

The guy laughed very genuinely.

— Of course, no problem. I swear I won't do anything.

While Kris was taking pics, the guy took another helmet from his bike and gave it to Kris.

— For safety. Don't worry, your hair will be fine.

Kris snorted and put the helmet on, took a seat behind the guy and put his hands tightly around the blonde's waist.

— Ready? — the guy asked. Guštin nodded and told the guy the address of Damon's studio.

— Wait! — Kris said and the guy turned to him. — What's your name?

— Jure, — he smiled. — Jure Maček. And yours?